I’m angry. I’ve been angry for quite awhile
But it’s not an emotion I usually allow myself.
So
I thought I was depressed, just overwhelmed.
But I was deceiving myself
I’m stopping myself from living fully
No-one else is
Those deep judgements of myself
Are dominating again
“I’m not enough
I don’t belong
I’m damaged goods”
Only this time, maybe
I can stop, learn to see differently
Create a new story I tell myself
Love myself as I am

The journey inward to the truth of who I am continues. For that I am grateful.








